"Aren't you going yet?!"
Ding Yang pressed the knife against her armpit to hasten her.
Even though there was clothing between, the jab still caused a stinging sensation, making Song Yinyin instinctively furrow her brow.
She had no choice but to steel herself and walk outside.
The corridor outside was empty, without a single passerby.
Song Yinyin's sly black eyes darted around, and she instinctively looked up at the ceiling.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up.
There was a camera perfectly positioned at the end of the hallway!
Would the hotel's security realize she's in danger?
"Why are you dawdling? You're so damn slow! Move faster!" A big hand behind her shoved her again, making her stagger and nearly fall to the ground.
Fortunately, she instinctively supported herself with the wall, stabilizing her posture.
Ding Yang urged again from behind, "Where's your phone? Where exactly is it?"
